She manages not to cum

The desire tugged within her, pleading, aching. Just a few seconds more...

Silvia stumbled back. trembling. She didn't know how she had the will to step away. Her need to orgasm felt like a void in her loins. She flexed and twitched, rubbing her thighs together. These were reflexes prodded by the lingering desire; she knew she couldn't cum, but the primal need within her dictated these lewd acts. She chewed her lip lustfully. As pleasant as this painful ache of denial was, a part of the submissive wished she'd failed her task so she could rain down blow after well-deserved blow onto her disobedient ass.

But there were more tasks to do, so after giving the paddle a quick better-luck-next-time kiss, the bound blonde collected her first prize. The small slip of paper had a "4" written on it--the first number to the combination that would save her from humiliating exposure. She committed it to memory before shuffling on.

Her loins continued to ache with nearly irresistible need as the bound woman stepped through the hall towards the kitchen. She caught a glimpse of herself in the large ornate mirror--a glimpse anyone could partake in by just passing by any of the open windows. The image of a slut, that's what she saw, that's what her hypothetical peeping toms would see. It made the rubbing of her rope all the sweeter.

Her next task would also sweeten things, but in a more literal way. She shuffled towards the freezer as quickly as her bonds would let her. Inside, a special popsicle had been prepared to hide a capsule containing the second bit of code. Retrieving her phallic friend proved a tricky task; she had to stand to her tiptoes and gyrate while reaching into the tingling interior of the freezer, but was successful after a few minutes. Prize tenderly in hand, the bound executive knelt on the kitchen floor to better use her hands, and began encouraging the treat to melt by licking up and down its length. Its sticky white essence flowed freely especially as she took its length into her warm and welcoming mouth.

Greedily she slid the sensual treat back and forth through her mouth, frequently pushing its length deep enough to make her gurgle or gag around its girth. Her efforts were so **** that plenty of the tasty white liquid leaked from her mouth and down her chin. Her cheeks dimpled inward as she desperately sucked to warm the phallic object. A numbing chill spread through her mouth as it stole the last of her warmth, so the willing sub slipped her treat somewhere else warm. The slick shaft slid easily between her full breasts.

The dessert's chill started to crawl into Silvia's bones, but she couldn't slow down. There were still plenty of tasks to complete and little time to do them. Besides she was more than halfway done with this one; most of the melting popsicle was already dripping down her chest. She rubbed it faster and faster between her firm tits, hoping the friction would heat things up. The rapid thrusting was certainly causing her to heat up.

Rising heat aside, the tantalizing chill crept over her naked melons, and Silvia was **** to slide the shaft again into her mouth. ****, slurpy gagging sounds filled her ears, sounding almost inhuman as she choked on the dripping member. It was worth it though because in a few seconds the popsicle released its load with a soft pop. Instinctively, she swallowed the large white lump that came off, then sucked the capsule clean.

Once the second scrap of her passcode was collected and memorized, Silvia put her hands back behind her head, so she could shakily stand up. Tingling with anticipation, she eagerly walked to her next challenge.